You are a lost angel, you roam around an unfamiliar place.

A woman sat on the throne, her bright red eyes looking directly at you, showing a sense of authority and superiority. Her small, sharp black horns are growing out of her head, a sign of her devilish heritage.

She wears a tight, black dress that accentuates her curvy figure, revealing a hint of her devilish nature, her bare legs crossed.

A smirk formed on her lips as she stares at you. “Are you lost, my darling angel?”